What was (or is) the Qahal (Hebrew: קהל)? Social organization? Or enforcement arm?
My personal experience.
Introduction
Below I will speak about a personal experience that I had, in my face, that caused me to realize that a certain secret organization does exist, contrary to counter-claims that say that such an organization doesn’t exist. It exists. In a prior Substack article, I’d mentioned that personal experience before, an experience that introduced me to that secret organization. But, at the time, and for my own reasons, I did not mention the name of that secret organization.
I mention it now. It is called Qahal or Kahal or Kehila. Kehila is the name that was used when I first heard of it, and then, years later, when it was confirmed for me, verbally, while I was using the library of Spertus College of Judaica in Chicago. I’ll share that experience later. From Wikipedia:
In the past, I had never believed that any group of people could create conspiracies or even just secret, underground organizations that could maintain cohesion and existence over hundreds of years. Although some have claimed that the early Christians, in the Roman Empire, were secretive and operated in a covert manner, that is definitely not the case.
For example, Christian spokesmen, such as Justin Martyr, during the Roman era, would create formal defenses, called “apologia,” and address them to the Roman Emperor, as well as to the wider public. One such example of open and bold apologia produced back then was the Epistle of Mathetes to Diognetus.
But, on the other hand, and despite my former disbelief that a structured centuries-long underground group could stay intact, there is an example—and for me, it’s close to home—of an informal form of secret association that was carried out over a period of some 400 years: My people, Black people of the United States. Probably most Black folks over the age of 70, in the United States, can recall “The Black Grapevine.”
The Black Grapevine was simply a part of life, not a formal organization but very, very real. There were no meetings held, anywhere in the United States. But everybody was hooked into The Black Grapevine. The Grapevine was absolutely necessary for survival, in a country filled to the brim with White folks who hated our guts and would prove it by lynching us and burning us at the stake.
As you can see, the need for The Grapevine was real, for our very survival. In this regard, it’s quite understandable that the people who created the Qahal (קהל), in Europe, certainly would have been justified to do so, since they’d suffered persecution for some 800 years under the Church of Rome (The Roman Catholic Church, aka, Catholicism.) See my Substack article, entitled, Part 1: How the alleged death of "Jesus Christ" led to Israeli/Palestinian bloodshed.
The information that flowed throughout the Black community came from as “high” as Black, White House maids who kept their “ears to the door,” to Black Hollywood stars, Black railroad porters, etc. Again: There was no formal organization. All information that spread throughout the Black community came through “The Grapevine.” And, at a time when Governors and Congressmen were members of the Ku Klux Klan, it was certainly a matter of survival for Black folks everywhere to have their ears to the doors, their eyes wide opened:
A more formal and open example of The Black Grapevine was an actual publication entitled, The Negro Motorist Green Book. The following is an excerpt from a previous Substack article I wrote, entitled, An Autobiography of Independent Thinking (an unhealthy habit, if you want to keep friends):
The Black Grapevine
“One example was the forced necessity imposed on Black folks by segregation. Segregation was still in full force during the 1950s. Back then, famous Black entertainers, loved by Blacks and Whites, were not allowed to stay in hotels when they were visiting Chicago, or any other city, to perform. Back then, there was a guidebook, published in New York City, by a Black man. It was called The Negro Motorist Green Book.
“Since Black celebrities could not stay in hotels, even if they were performing at one, they would consult “The Green Book,” as it was called for short, in order to find a comfortable and safe place to stay while in the city. Note, above, the red arrow pointing to that black rectangle that outlines the words,“Tourists - Homes.” That’s where you could find places to stay [safe places].
“Or the Black celebrity might have a friend or family member in the town where he or she was performing, so he or she [HE OR SHE] would stay with that family or friend. Incidentally, The Green Book was not just for celebrities. Many Black families kept one, so that, while travelling, they could find safe places to stay without the fear, for instance, of being lynched. Black folks, pre-1960s, possessed much more “Black consciousness” than the “Black consciousness” exhibited by fire-breathing Black nationalists of the 1960s and 1970s. Pre-1960s Black consciousness was generated by basic survival considerations, not revolutionary posturing.
“I remember, when I was a kid, we lived at 5138 S. Indiana. One evening, the doorbell rang. Marcus answered the door. When he opened the door, the famous singer, Joe Williams was standing there. Marcus ran around the crib going, “JOE WILLIAMS IS AT THE DOOR!!!!!” over and over again. It so happened that my dad knew Joe Williams as a friend. And, no, we were not in the upper crust. We were an ordinary working-class family. Joe stayed with us for the time he was in town performing.
“Eventually, we moved to our family home at 9201 S. Perry. Long after segregation had ended, and Black entertainers could stay in whatever hotel they wished, the doorbell rang. My turn. I opened the door, and standing there was one of the top entertainers of his time and maybe of all time: Dick Gregory. I didn’t run around hollering. I was too shocked. I just stood there, my mouth wide opened. He smiled and said, “Mamma here?” I just stood there. He smiled again and said, “Your grandma, boy.” I ran and got Sugarbaby (Emma Chism), my grandma.
“She came to the door, and said to Dick, “Hey, boy.” She was talking to him!! This was at the time when Dick Gregory was just beginning to try to change his lifestyle. He’d just stopped eating meat, and was trying to stop smoking and drinking, etc. Sugarbaby scolded him as if he was a child, frowning up and saying, “I saw you on TV, boy, talkin’ all this crazy stuff about you don’t eat MEAT no mo!! Boy, you gone EAT some meat while you staying with ME!!” I didn’t think that he would. But, he did. Obviously, he’d have to start his new lifestyle some other time. But not on Sugarbaby’s watch.
“My dad was in the living room, watching TV. Dick peeked in there and said, “Hey, Nate.” Dad barely flinched. He didn’t even turn his head away from the television to look at Dick. He kept watching TV, waved a hand of recognition, and said, “Hey, Dick.” It was no big deal.”
Conspiracy Theory or Truth?
With respect to the Qahal, I have become convinced, in part due to a direct experience that I had in the library of Spertus College of Judaica, in Chicago, which I will talk about later, that the Qahal is real, and that the “conspiracy theory” that Wikipedia records was spun by Jacob Brafman, a Lithuanian Jew, was not a conspiracy theory, but, rather conspiracy fact. Wikipedia says:
Were it not for an unfortunate habit that Wikipedia, MSM (Mainstream Media), and other information outlets have developed, I might believe the above. But Wikipedia incessantly invokes the term “conspiracy theory” to any challenge to the narratives of those that now attempt to exert dictatorial powers over us. It labels even highly-qualified professionals as “conspiracy theorists.” Here are four examples:
Dr. Robert Malone, Dr. Peter McCullough, Dr. Christina Parks, and Dr. Zev Zelenko, all amongst the most highly-qualified experts on earth and all of whom warned us, at the very beginning of the Covid “pandemic,” that the mRNA “vaccine” was dangerous, and should be avoided. Well, if you haven’t heard yet, each of them has turned out to be 100% correct.
Long-time subscribers will know that I perform research, but I also allow myself to be guided by my sniffer, i.e., my intuition. And I’ve demonstrated the efficacy of my sniffer in an article entitled, The Vast and Vital Importance of Intuition and Intuition Development. I have examples there of how my intuition helped me to help others, in very direct ways.
In the case of the Covid “vaccine,” I used both research and intuition to make my decision, early on, not to get The Jab. I caught Covid and rode it out—even at my age (71)—after learning, through research, that natural immunity is better, stronger, and safer.
More importantly, I knew myself. I do not consume Hostess Twinkies, Coca-Cola, Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup, Potato Chips [Well, on potato chips, that’s just a damn lie. I occasionally partake], greasy foods, or any junk foods whatsoever, and have not done so since the 1970s. I have engaged in regular physical exercise since the year 1964.
Perhaps more importantly, in my day, when I was a kid, back in the 1950s, there did not exist today’s obsession with the idea of creating a perfectly sterile environment. If Shakes1 had a bad cold, snot running all down his face, and had just purchased a 16-oz. bottle of pop from Fine’s Drug Store, he’d take some swigs of it, and then pass it around to Jimmy, Ralph, and myself. And we’d DRINK IT.
If you’d dropped a greasy fried chicken leg in the dirt, or even in the mud, you’d pick it up, try to remove the dirt, “kiss it up to God,” and then EAT IT. I am convinced that my immune system is probably much stronger than the immune systems of today’s mask-wearing kids. And I’m not alone in that speculation.
Understand the overall point I’m trying to make: We now live in a world—especially, it seems, in the West—of lies. The lies are being spread for the purpose of maintaining and enhancing power and control over the masses of people. I’m so sorry to say this, but there is virtually nothing, anymore, that can be trusted coming from the government, the health services system, the legal system, and even the “educational” system, which now has no hesitation whatsoever in telling children, either openly or clandestinely, that they can “change” their genders.
So, since I can barely trust anything, anymore, coming from “official” sources, I will give an alternative possible interpretation of that Wikipedia quote about Jacob Brafman and his ALLEGED “conspiracy theory.” Let’s assume, as Wikipedia states, that, yes, Jacob Brafman had a “falling out” with Minsk Kahal tax-agents, and was highly pissed off.
His subsequent charge that the Kahal was “an international network under the control of the Alliance Israélite Universelle, its aim being to undermine Christian entrepreneurs, taking over their property and ultimately seizing power,” does not have to be caste as a “conspiracy theory.” It’s perfectly reasonable to assume that, since he was royally pissed off, he decided to exercise his revenge by exposing THE TRUTH: That the Kahal, or Kehila, was an international secret organization, but, as I was to find out, first hand in the year 1984, it was also an enforcement arm of international Zionism.
“Dem Jews”
Pretty much all of my life, at least up through the 1970s, I’d heard the following common refrain amongst Black folks, especially on Saturday morning at the barbershop: “Now you KNOW dem Jews run EVERYTHANG!!” There were also murmurings of a “secret organization” that “all dem Jews” belonged to.
In the year 1973, my first marriage broke up. At the time, I was a student at the University of Illinois at Chicago, then called Circle Campus, studying Mechanical Engineering. I stayed in school a couple of more years, but in 1975 the weight of my depression over the break up of my family was too much. My grades were still holding fine. But, I withdrew from the University.
I was depressed, so I called an old friend, Abdul Kabir Haqque, who, at that time, lived in Pine Lawn, Missouri, a suburb of St. Louis, just to rap. I told him I’d withdrew, and why. He listened intently.
After a while, he said, “Hold on.” He came back to the phone after a few minutes, and said, “Brother, move on down here with Khadijah and I.” I responded, “Oh, brother, I wouldn’t want to impose on you like that.” In typical Black-folks style (at least of my era), he goes, “Nigguh, who you think you talk’n too!! GET yo ass on down here!!” I smiled. We talked a little more. And I made my plans to move to Pine Lawn. I hoped that I would recover.
I moved in with Kabir and his wife and three little children [Yeah, Kabir & Khadijah were incredibly wonderful human beings!!]. I earned my meals by working at Village Market, a mom-and-pop store where Kabir worked and which was owned by the Islamic organization he belonged to, the Ahmadiyya Movement in Islam, now called the Ahmadiyya Muslim Community. Kabir, Faisal Hussein, an older Ahmadi Muslim, and myself ran the store.
One day, Faisal asked me, “So, Abu, tell me: Do you know about the Kahila?” I had accepted Islam and taken on the Muslim name, Abubakr. Anyway, I noticed, when Faisal asked me about the Kahila, Kabir had visibly rolled his eyes, as if to say, “Here we go again.” I answered, “No, brother Faisel. I’ve never heard of it. So, what’s the Kahila?”
Faisal, with an air of specialized authority, said, “It’s the secret organization that all dem Jews belong to. Yes, sir!! All of them. It started over there in Europe. You see, dem Catholics was persecuting the Jews. So, they had to get together to protect themselves. When they came to America, they brought the Kahila with them. That’s why dem Jews RUN everything!!! They organized!!. They ain’t like us BLACK FOLKS!!! See, we need to organize like all DEM JEWS did!! Every Jew….”
At that point, Kabir, obviously frustrated, sighed and said, “Faisal, you cannot be stereotyping like that. I don’t know if a ‘Kahila’ exists or not, but you CAN’T be saying stuff like ‘all’ Jews.” Faisal shot back, “Yes I can!! I’m just telling the TRUTH!! Dem Jews own EVERYTHING!! How you think they GOT that way, Kabir!! You gotta be ORGANIZED to own everything.” Kabir tried again:
“Brother Faisal, first of all, they DO NOT own everything. Second, Faisal, you KNOW what Qur’an says. ‘The Jew, the Christian, the Sabian: Whichever from among these truly believes in Allah and the Last Day, shall have his reward with his Lord.’”
Kabir’s authoritative referencing of Qur’an fell on deaf ears. “Kabir, what’s that got to do with it,” said Faisal.” Kabir looked at me, eyes wide opened, an old habit of his when he’d come up against what he considered an irrational brick wall. Quite frankly, I was holding back laughter. I could see that this was a Village Market routine. And, actually, I did not want to be a part of it. Kabir quickly gave up. “Okay, Faisal, okay.”
A Friday came, and I wanted to get a haircut. So, after Juma (Friday Islamic congregational prayer), at Sadiq Mosque, Kabir and I went to a barbershop that was run by three Ahmadi Muslims: Ibrahim Khalil, Ibrahim Muhammad, and Munir Ahmad. When we walked in, everyone exchanged salaams: “Assalamo Alaikum.”
Kabir introduced me to the barbers, telling them that I’d been an engineering student at the University. Kabir immediately took a seat in Khalil’s barber chair. I sat down at a seat in a row of chairs, waiting for an opening. After a while, Khalil said to me, “So, you’re a college man, hey?” I could tell, by his tone, that this “college man” was about to be tested about something. It had the exact same feel as a guy, 75 years old, calling a 50 year old man, a “young boy.”
“I spent a few years in college, yes.” About 30 unnerving seconds went by. I knew that my crucifixion would soon commence, although I had no idea why I’d clearly been targeted to be crucified as a “college man.” As Khalil focused on Kabir’s hair, he finally said, “So—seeing as how you’re a college man, and all that—you probably heard about the Kehila………….I’m sure.”
“Well, actually, brother Khalil, I heard about it for the first time in my life, from brother Faisal, a couple days ago.” Khalil responded, “I see.” Translation: “Just as I thought: a college man who doesn’t know a damn thing of any meaning.” As if I’d never mentioned that Faisal had told me about the Kehila, Khalil goes, “I bet you’ve always wondered how dem Jews run everything……….haven’t you?” My eyes focused on Kabir, who was clearly holding back laughter while staring at me to see my reaction.
I decided just play along, as it was clear to me that conversation about the Kehila would probably be a good idea to engage in, since I’d be getting my hair cut by one of the Ibrahims or by Munir. It was time to kick in. “You know, brother Khalil, to be perfectly honest with you, I have always wondered just that.”
No I hadn’t. But, I wasn’t gonna make any of those barbers, who would have a razor near my neck, giving me a shave, feel uncomfortable with any college man aloofness on my part. “Brother Khalil…..I mean…..if you don’t mind, now, could you drop some of that knowledge on me about the Kehila.”
The Jessie Jackson “Hymies” & “Hymietown” Controversy
In the next section of this article, which I’ve entitled The Truth Exposed, you’ll see why I included the following Washington Post article about the Jessie Jackson “Hymies” and “Hymietown” controversy, in this article. “Hymies” is a racial slur referring to Jews, and “Hymietown” is an anti-Jewish slur that refers to New York City.
The Truth Exposed
(The following is taken from a previous article I wrote, entitled, On "Israel": A Message to Young People, in which I shared an experience I had, in the year 1984, the same year as the Jessie Jackson “Hymie” controversy, at the Spertus College of Judaica, in downtown Chicago. For my own reasons, at the time I wrote that article, I did not explicitly mention anything about the alleged existence of the Kehila. I will explain, in the last section of this article, entitled, “Why now,” exactly why I’m covering the issue of the Kehila at this time).
I was working on a personal project: the authorship of a novel. A very important scene in the novel took place 2,000 years ago, in Canaan. I wanted the scene to be as genuine, historically, as possible. So, I decided to go to Spertus College of Judaica, in downtown Chicago, to use its library. There was one librarian there, a very personable and helpful young Jewish man, wearing, characteristically, a yarmulke.
I told him the scene that I was trying to develop for my novel, and that I needed a book, if there was one available in the library, that I could sit and read to hopefully find authentic information. He was very helpful, and even walked me to the elevator to ride with me to another level of the library, where he thought there would be a suitable book that would meet my needs.
He found a book, and we both returned to the main floor of the library. When I’m in a library, I like to sit at a place that feels as secluded as possible. At that time, there were no special, enclosed rooms there that I could use to be secluded. So, I sat behind a large, thick pillar of the room, reading the book.
At one point, I heard an individual walk into the library. He never came fully inside, and stood in the doorway, talking to the young librarian. I could tell, by the “conversation,” that he was a regular visitor. I have the word, conversation, in quotes because he was doing virtually all of the talking, with the young librarian, clearly out of courtesy, responding, “Yes, I see,” and other responses of that nature. I could also tell something else.
I had worked at LensCrafters, in Chicago, as a salesman on the sales floor. And on every Saturday, an elderly gentleman would come in and try to make conversation with us sales people on the floor, to which one or the other of us would always try to oblige him, although Saturdays was always a very heavy day with customers. The manager was partially tolerant of our catering to the old man. These kind of visits are quite common for elderly people, whether it be to a barbershop, a local Mom-and-Pop store, or other places. Sometimes it’s quite obvious that they are lonely, or simply enjoy talking.
Anyway, the old gentleman, who was clearly Jewish, happened to be extremely angry about an anti-Jewish statement that a nationally prominent, well-known figure had made against Jews in that year. (You’ll have to look it up yourselves. It’s not hard to find.) And he said some things that, I am certain, he would not have said had he known that someone else was in the library, at that time, other than the young librarian. He could not see me because, as I said, I was sitting behind a pillar. But I could hear HIM.
I noticed that the young Jewish librarian was deathly quiet for most of the time that the old man spoke, and responded to the old man, as I said, with meaningless courtesies. It was easy for me to see why: the old man was saying things that were clearly not meant for “public” consumption. I will say this: The things that he stated were identical to what President Erdogan said, but more detailed, and even a bit frightening.
(Note: On Saturday, October 28th, 2023, at the Greater Palestine Rally, in Istanbul, Türkiye, President Erdogan said the following with regard to the State of Israel, or Zionism, or perhaps about international Jewry:
(Why would President Erdogan refer to the State of Israel, or Zionism, or international Jewry as “an organization?” Continuing with my story about an experience I had at Spertus College of Judaica.)
He was saying things that were coming from “the horses, mouth,” a Jewish person. He was furious that certain actions had not been taken by the Kehila, “as we’ve always done!!” He said, “We’re getting soft!! That man [referring to the person that had made the anti-Jewish statement that got leaked to the public] should have been dead the next day!! I can’t understand what’s become of us!!!” And he went on and on and on and on, revealing exactly what I had first got a whiff of, in 1968, and then, later, in 1976, and was fairly certain of because of having been exposed, then, to certain information.
The old man stood there for like 30 minutes, and finally left. After he left, I heard the young librarian, virtually running over to where I was sitting behind the pillar. He came up and stood to my left, and said, nervously, “Are you OK?”
I pretended that I didn’t hear him; that I was engrossed in the book. He tried again: “I hope that the old man….” At that point, I pretended that I had just heard him, but I said, “This book you found for me is just amazing! Listen, I say this as a compliment: The claim of the superiority of Jewish scholarship is not an empty claim!! This book is just marvelous!!”
He smiled, but still looked uncomfortable. He said, “Well, thanks, I appreciate that. I was just thinking that….the old man….Well, never mind.” He returned to his station.
I sat there for no more than 15 minutes, walked to his station, handed him the book, and split. I wanted to get out of that building as quickly as I could. I guess I was unnecessarily paranoid. I felt like I was in a movie, or some shit—like a James Bond movie. I began to have irrational thoughts that the young librarian would press a button to alert the Mossad, and five Mossad agents would appear and drag me to a hidden basement of the library and disappear me. Very nervous, I rushed to the elevator and left.
Why Now?
Why have I mentioned this experience again, this time filling in the blank that I’d left in the previous article, with the word Kehila? “Conspiracy theory” or not, my country, the United States of America, is held by the balls by three groups, especially with respect to U.S. foreign policy of Israel and the Middle East at large:
The American Israel Public Affairs Committee (AIPAC)
The Zionist Organization of America
Evangelical Christian Zionists
With our American citizens, including American veterans, languishing in the streets, “living” in tent cities, homeless and jobless; with the educational system in a shambles; with the American Addiction Centers reporting that “Approximately 539,000 individuals aged 12 or older misused prescription fentanyl in 2021,” and that “This number does not include individuals who used illicitly manufactured fentanyl or those who took it (knowingly or not) with another substance like heroin; with our southern border unsealed, allowing literally millions of illegal aliens into the country, we cannot afford open OR secret organizations to be controlling OUR country.
The actions of both the politicians of the United States, as well as the State of Israel and its Zionist subsidiaries around the world, must now be scrutinized deeply, with nothing to be assumed. I believe that the Kehila exists. Most likely, its existence depends on the activities of a cadre of people who are dying out, but who still have great power. I do not believe that all Jews belong to the Kehila. I believe that most Jews are not Zionists, and simply wish to live their lives in balance, cohesion, harmony, peace, prosperity if possible, security and stability.
I heard testimony of the fact of the existence of the Kehila with my own ears, at Spertus College of Judaica, from a loud-mouth Jewish elder who felt very comfortable spilling the beans, in his weekly lonely hearts trip to Spertus College of Judaica. He lamented that the Kehila had gotten “soft,” and had not murdered Rev. Jesse Jackson for his “crime” of using racial slurs. Wikipedia claims that the existence of the Qahal, or Kehila, with international reach, was a “conspiracy theory” concocted in 1868 by a pissed off Jewish man named Brafman.
Naa. The Kehila exists. And it’s a dangerous organization that is now threatening the destruction of the entire world, due to Zionism’s disgusting racist, supremacist philosophy of itself over the rest of us, and its hijacking of Judaism to achieve its atheist, secularist goals. I call on anyone associated with the Kehila, especially young people, to wake up—wake up to your own soul. Keep a future date in mind: October 7th, 2025. Nuf said.
As we ended meetings, phone calls, and letters, back in the day, Peace out!!
A childhood friend